Soccer Boundaries
CARL As Barb led the team, the girls called her “Coach.” Me, her assistant, I was just “Carl.” Barb knew soccer, how to make the girls exert themselves and love it. She, herself, could drop a corner kick five feet from the net. Her assistant wasn’t as qualified, but was happy to help, cheering the girls on, reminding them to stay inbounds, talking up tournaments. “Not until you see the ball in the air,” I’d say about a crossover, hoping they thought I’d known that before hearing Barb say...